In truth, Qin Hu was not much better off. Over the past few days, the Vanguard Camp had been marching thirty miles daily, tasked with clearing paths through mountains, building bridges over rivers, chopping firewood, tending fires, digging trenches, hauling water, and pitching camps.
And what could be expected of these two tender-skinned fellows, forced to spend every day in the company of hundreds of rough-hewn, brawny soldiers?
Naturally, they drew the hardest labor, ate the coarsest food, suffered the cruelest beatings, and endured the greatest grievances...
Chapter 539